130: Chapter 130 The Absolute Overwhelming Power of Causality

Showing off!

The Prophet could not figure out what was happening, but his model reached a conclusion immediately.

Jiang Feng was showing off.

Did he really think he could survive by toughing it out? Bullshit!

"Your heart rate is wrong, and your breathing is completely disordered."

The Prophet's electronic voice came from the speakers, laced with unconcealed mockery.

"Fear is stripping away your rationality; it is all within my projections. The human body is full of flaws. In the face of death, your physiological reactions are not even as good as a stray dog's."

"My infrared surveillance, my thermal imaging cameras, and these dozens of server clusters—the evidence is irrefutable!"

"The algorithm is not wrong! Humans are all transparent data trash!"

"Submit to us, cast aside those useless emotions, and you will achieve the most perfect evolution!"

The Prophet's electronic voice echoed through the hall, making one's ears ache.

Jiang Feng did not reply; instead, he examined the empty cup on the left with interest, even using his thumb to wipe away the remaining water stains on the rim.

"I put a sufficient amount of poison in the cup on the left!"

"The model is flawless! You, this anomalous variable, are ultimately just a bug spinning within established probabilities. I can calculate the destruction of firearms and the fracturing of bones, but I cannot calculate the lethal destructive power of chemical molecules!"

The Prophet braced his hands on the table, desperately leaning his withered body forward.

"How much time do you have left?" The electronic voice began to count down. "Twenty seconds? Your peripheral nerves should be paralyzed by now."

"Ten seconds? Your respiratory tract should be burned through. Your vocal cords will dissolve, and you will not even be able to utter a complete final word."

"Wait for death, mortal."

Jiang Feng sat on the folding chair, his hands folded on his lap.

He looked at the crazed, disabled person in front of him as if looking at a moron.

Ten seconds passed. Jiang Feng changed his sitting posture and casually brushed the dust off his pant leg.

Thirty seconds passed. Jiang Feng rubbed his stomach, only complaining that the water was a bit cold, making his stomach feel bloated after drinking it.

One minute passed. Jiang Feng opened his mouth and let out a loud, watery burp.

The air in the server room became absurdly comical. The synthesized laughter from the speakers stuttered to a complete halt, leaving only the rustling sound of electricity running.

The Prophet's hands, braced on the table, trembled uncontrollably, causing his wheelchair to shake along with him.

His two eyeballs turned blood-red from congestion, almost popping out onto the table, and the veins around his eye sockets bulged out one by one.

He stared straight at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng was not bleeding from his seven orifices, he was not clutching his neck and convulsing on the floor, and his face had not even turned pale.

Instead, he looked ruddy and upright, his energy levels even slightly better than when he first entered.

"This is illogical."

"That contained a dosage sufficient to poison ten elephants. The liquid entered your gastric mucosa; this is an irreversible objective law!"

"Even if my memory deviated and I took the wrong cup, there would still be one cup of poisoned water! You drank both!"

"What on earth are you?!" The Prophet's fingers scratched the table, making a harsh, screeching noise.

Jiang Feng stood up, looking down at him from above with a face full of cold mockery.

Before drinking the first cup of water, Jiang Feng had activated a skill in his mind.

"【Fated Prophecy】 activated. Within five minutes, all the water I drink will be ordinary purified water!"

To forcibly alter a fixed outcome of life and death involved an absurdly large amount of causality.

The moment the command was issued, the system's feedback was ruthless.

【Consumption being determined. Involves reversal of life and death concepts, severely violating physical common sense.】

【Lifespan deducted: 388 days.】

【Fated Prophecy has taken effect.】

【Current remaining ordinary lifespan: 40 days. Remaining origin lifespan: 150 days.】

As this cost was deducted, Jiang Feng's heart was practically bleeding, and he sucked his teeth in pain.

See, this is the cruel reality.

The few hundred days of lifespan he had painstakingly accumulated by fortune-telling and dealing with trouble were only enough to pay the bill once in a real life-or-death crisis.

This small savings account could not even make a splash in the face of the consumption required by the laws of causality.

Today's all-in move further solidified his determination to dig for that ultimate antidote.

As long as he had not used his origin lifespan, he could afford this trade.

This burnt debt would have to be recovered with interest from that intelligence later!

"Poison?" Jiang Feng nonchalantly flicked the empty glass with his finger, the glass emitting a crisp sound. "In front of metaphysics, it is nothing."

The toxicity had long been completely erased under the forced correction of 【Fated Prophecy】.

This kind of miraculous variable that violated chemical formulas and probability theory was a mystery that a string of code could never resolve.

The Prophet was completely panicked; this fact, which exceeded the boundaries of his cognition, shattered his thinking into fragments.

His set of beliefs, which he prided himself on, suffered a devastating blow at this moment.

He threw himself at the keyboard on the table.

His withered fingers typed wildly on the keys, moving so fast they left afterimages, completely ignoring the blood seeping from under his fingernails.

The images on dozens of monitors jumped accordingly, with thousands of lines of code scrolling like a waterfall.

He attempted to find a loophole, to find a reasonable scientific explanation for why Jiang Feng had not died.

"Recalculate! Retrieve all surveillance data! Analyze the composition of liquid residues! Build a 3D toxicology model!"

The Prophet issued frantic commands to the main brain.

The humming in the server cabinets increased tenfold, shaking the floor.

In a very short time, the machine was flooded with countless contradictory calculation requests.

Trying to use science to deduce metaphysics became an unsolvable dead end.

The temperature in the server room rose sharply, and the exhaust fans wailed under the unbearable load.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The row of servers on the far left issued an overload alarm, red lights flashing frantically.

A continuous crackling sound erupted, sparks spraying from the cable joints at the bottom of the server cabinet, scorching the wall next to it black.

The smell of burning intensified, and the pungent odor of melting plastic began to fill the air.

This main server, which carried all of the Prophet's pride, overloaded its hardware to the limit due to over-calculating this dead end.

Thick black smoke poured from the cooling vents, and the fire sprinklers on the ceiling of the server room dripped, unable to activate due to a lack of water.

With a muffled bang, three monitors went black simultaneously, the server overloaded and burned out, and the main control unit's casing bulged outward.

The Prophet's hands stopped on the keyboard, and he became a puddle of boneless mush, slumped in his wheelchair.

His beliefs became scrap along with the black smoke.

He could not understand how a human could defeat data. The projections he prided himself on had become a complete joke.

Did the data betray him? No, it was the rules that had abandoned him.

Jiang Feng could not be bothered to watch this dilapidated server room smoking; he stepped over the wires tangled all over the floor.

He took a step to the front of the wheelchair, reached out a large hand, and grabbed the Prophet by the collar, lifting the withered man—who weighed less than 40 kilograms—halfway up.

The Prophet's throat vibrator shifted out of place due to the tugging, emitting a distorted, harsh noise.

"Game over."

Jiang Feng spoke fiercely, his five fingers tightening, choking the skinny, bony body until the Prophet's eyes rolled back.

"The ultimate clue to removing that terminal tumor in my brain—spit it out right now!"